A Tiny, Chaste Kiss (#SatSpanks, #SeductiveSnS, and #wewriwa)

Welcome to Saturday Spankings,Seductive Studs and Sirens, and Weekend Writing Warriors! Weekend Writing Warriors is a chance for authors to come together and share snippets of writing, both published and in progress. Saturday Spankings is a bloghop that features writing by various authors who like to get a bit naughty. Seductive Studs and Sirens is a bloghop for LGBT and LGBT-friendly erotica. I hope that I don’t get kicked out of the Seductive Sirens because my writing isn’t erotica. Shh, don’t tell. Oh, maybe the title of this post gave it away. 😀

Today’s snippet is from my newest release, Simple Gifts, the Amazon Top 100 for lesbian romance. It’s my first actual, honest-to-goodness romance, and it happened in a completely unexpected way. (But more about that in later snippets…) Professional violinist Leila Feran, a big shot in the classical music world, injures her wrist so badly that she moves in with Carene for help with her recovery. Carene Moraghan, her childhood best friend from music camp and an orchestra teacher in a small town, serves as a reality check for Leila’s impetuous passion. Except Carene’s serenity is not unaffected by Leila’s passion…

Carene put a hand over Leila’s and pushed downward, but Leila kept her hand on Carene’s cheek. Turned her hand around to clasp Carene’s in her own, enfolding her fingers in between each of Carene’s. She drew their hands toward her lips and dropped a tiny, chaste kiss at the tips of their entwined knuckles. Carene stood still, her eyes partially closing.

“Leila,” she murmured, and Leila dropped Carene’s hand in order to run her own hand down Carene’s shoulder, her arm, and finally to rest at her waist.

“Do you know how beautiful you are?” Leila murmured. “Do you know how often I used to watch you in rehearsals, thinking you were the loveliest girl I had ever seen?”

“Stop it!” Carene protested. “I’m just a frumpy teacher in a small town with kids who think of me as a mother figure…”

Simple Gifts (LazyDay Publishing)

Music. Without the love of her life, how can Leila learn to live again?

Professional violinist Leila Feran is accustomed to fame as the youngest and first female concertmaster of the Philharmonic Symphony. Driven to achieve ever-increasing heights, she injures her wrist so badly that she may no longer be able to play. While she recovers, she moves in with her childhood best friend, a pianist and beloved orchestra teacher in a small town.

Carene welcomes Leila with open arms and only one condition: no divas allowed. And if Leila can’t follow the house rules, she might find herself over Carene’s knee…or worse. In between arguments over physical therapy and house rules, Carene’s zero-tolerance policy regarding divas results in some old-fashioned discipline that changes into something more.

Will Leila and Carene’s new feelings for each other blossom into something wonderful? Or will Leila lose not just a potential soul mate, but also her friend?

I love the yearning I could sense here…the closing of the eyes with the reference to their past. Great snippet. Gives a peek into the past and how long these two have been connected. I can feel the sexual tension building. Nice.